Tears are falling on the streets, all because young and old are dying,
Being robbed shot stabbed, lost respect among ourselves, for peace we're
Not even trying.Young women and men late at night on the deadly streets
All alone, with your exposed ******* and short skirts, I wonder will you Make it safely home.Death is calling your name,will it be your time to
Answer. So much of our time is spent worshiping the wrong person who's
Not ours , our houses and cars as worship things, and if we go back to
Loving and respecting each person, the brightness of love to each life
We'd bring, because if we'd do this a new song  of joy I would sing